145 Lets not make a habit of i (2/2)

”What a lie!”

And Liu Sumeng had devolved into a fit of laughter, unable to take any more of the ridiculousness that came out of Yuan Xuelan's mouth. Was this the effect of wooing? He wasn't sure, because it sounded extremely silly to his ears.

”Why are you laughing?” Yuan Xuelan huffed.

A part of him was happy that Liu Sumeng was able to unwind, able to smile and laugh. He was even more gorgeous like this, with his lips curved upward and eyes glassy with tears of merriment. But why was he laughing? It wasn't like Xuelan had said anything funny, he only said the truth. He huffed and placed the pole down, taking a seat opposite of Liu Sumeng.

”How could I not laugh?” answered Liu Sumeng. ”You're ridiculous.”

Yuan Xuelan narrowed his eyes and huffed. He took Liu Sumeng's hands in his own and waited for the Ivory Sword Saint to stop trembling from laughter. The Ivory Sword Saint was a little startled at the intensity of Xuelan's eyes that stared back at him.

”Sumeng,” Xuelan's voice was soft, the sky around them seemed to darken despite nightfall still being far off. Glows light came to life around them, subtly playing off the angles of Yuan Xuelan's face. He was a very handsome youngster, Liu Sumeng thought to himself. ”I don't care if you laugh at me. I don't even care if you laugh at others. But you can't laugh at yourself. Everything I say is true, why wouldn't you believe me?”

Liu Sumeng would have continued laughing if it wasn't for the sharp glint of Yuan Xuelan's eyes, captivating him and entrancing him. His cheeks and flushed a dark shade of red.

”Xuelan,” he said stiffly, heart hammering against his chest. ”I'm not…beautiful.” No, instead he was stiff and cold. ”I'm not elegant.” He was awkward. ”I'm not the best swordsman either.” As much as the last one hurt to admit he knew it to be true.

Yuan Xuelan's hands tightened around his hands, ”Even if you can't believe it, at least understand that's how I feel about you. I'm not lying or whatever, okay? I would never lie to Sumeng. Not ever again.”

His heart was caught in his throat. Liu Sumeng's mind was in a hazy muddle. Even if there were ghosts curiously peering at the two cultivators that have wandered into their territory, they did not riot nor complain and only watched silently.

”I…” But it was too embarrassing to admit any of those things might hold any truth, even if they were only in a single person's perspective.

Especially not from Yuan Xuelan.

Liu Sumeng was momentarily frozen. He was caught up in memories from a time that seemed to be losing more and more relevance as the days went by. That Xuelan would only call him beautiful when he was down and beaten; he would only sing him compliments like a cruel carrot on the stick. Words that Liu Sumeng never dared to take to heart.

Yuan Xuelan realized that making Sumeng realize and acknowledge the depth of his words was going to be a more difficult task than just spewing out his thoughts a few times. It might take time, effort and a whole lot of convincing. But Yuan Xuelan was undaunted by the task. He only sighed a little and put on a smile.

Encouraging, he said, ”Just try to believe me okay? One day you'll realize that you're amazing.”

”...” Who even taught Yuan Xuelan to say such embarrassing things!? Liu Sumeng felt uncomfortable with the heat that unwound in the pit of his stomach. He took in a breath but did not dodge when Yuan Xuelan leaned in for a kiss.

The boat rocked to their eagerness. There had to be at least three ghosts that relinquished their lingering regrets after witnessing such a passionate and pure love between two young men and finally decided that it was about time to move on.

By the time they returned to the lonely little fisherman's residence, the world was dark. Clouds had cleared from the sky, allowing the constellations to glow above their heads.

Yuan Xuelan had already lost count of the number of kisses they'd shared between the two of them. Privately he wanted the moment to last forever. Liu Sumeng's head rested on the curve of his shoulder and his arm was around his back...did they really have to go back?

”Hmm, we do.” Liu Sumeng said, making Xuelan aware of saying his thoughts out loud. Reling twinkled in the distance, alive with light even as night came upon the earth. He wasn't keen on returning either but the sense of responsibility was sharp. And though the idea of running away was enticing when drunk on the euphoria of love. Which reminded him. He separated himself from Yuan Xuelan and hummed, ”What did Xiang'er want?”

Oh right, there was that wasn't there? Yuan Xuelan shrugged casually, ”Oh nothing really, I think she caught a few stray rumors about that God Slaying Weapon.”

Wait a second. ”What?”

”About the Temple of Mirage that appeared around Mount Tianwei. I didn't think it was super impor--” But he was cut off with Liu Sumeng's hand coming up to grip his upper arm in alarm.

”We must go there at once!”